Sent to thisisaknife by Miss Take Away the author and copyright holder for infinity. The following is a slash fiction story. The names have been included to make you cringe. It could happen. Who knows...maybe it will.
“THE BLUNT & GINGER ENCOUNTER”
“…and the Brit for Best British Male Solo Artist goes to…James Blunt!” yelped Chris Evans with a school girl-like giddiness. Suddenly, the packed room went kaleidoscope for the iconic bespectacled presenter as he appeared. Right there. It was James Blunt. The Blunt. Even more drop dead sexy in person as in his videos. As the long, hard shiny Brit passed from man to man Chris lost control and swooned, “You're beautiful! Like your song…” Hearing this from Chris, his secret ginger desire, James' diamante eyes lit up. He yelled, “Rock on!” and motioned Chris to follow him back stage as the next presenter arrived. Eager, obedient, supplicant Chris obliged.
Moments later, inside the Earl's Court Mezzanine Level 2 utility closet, Chris was face-to-face with him…'the' James Blunt. The small dark space was just the right size for two men as James' musky Paco Rabonne scent seared Chris to his very soul. Neither could hold back. They kissed. Madly. Manly. Frantically. With frenzy. James suddenly shoved his Brit award at Chris, who grinned back as he kissed the statuette. It was the beginning of a long night in a small room...
ooooo *eyes light up* whats a playground monitor and how do you get to be one!?
********************************** You make my zygomaticus muscles contract Totally a Princess People say I only see what I want to so why do I see you? ~Member 269 of the Rex Fanclub ~
********************************** You make my zygomaticus muscles contract Totally a Princess People say I only see what I want to so why do I see you? ~Member 269 of the Rex Fanclub ~
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big cuchillo isnt answering me! 
